Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 435

ter 435 Loses

DANIEL

I slammed the phone down. “No,” I whispered. “I will not let them control the narrative.”

Finished

I stood and began pacing. Every footstep, every breath, was measured. My wolf’s rage was simmering just beneath the surface.

I wanted to confront, to destroy, to make them pay. But Daniel–the Alpha, the leader, the man Amy trusted–had to stay sharp.

Hours passed. Calls made, meetings arranged, reports analyzed. Every detail, every lost deal, every disgruntled investor–it had to be cataloged, traced, understood. Every failed partnership was a puzzle piece.

Whoever thought I would crumble had underestimated how focused I could be under pressure.

By late afternoon, I sat back in my chair, exhaustion pressing down on me, but my mind still sharp. The office was quiet now, the tension hanging in the air like a storm cloud.

I leaned forward, looking at the pile of reports and emails. “Every loss, every failure,” I said quietly, “has a trail. Someone is leaving breadcrumbs, and I will follow them.”

My wolf growled low, approvingly. “We are not done,” I whispered to him.

The sun was setting outside, casting long shadows across the office. The city moved on, indifferent. Investors, competitors, council members–they all thought I was faltering. But the truth was different. I wasn’t broken.

Amy was still out there. Somewhere. And those trying to destabilize me would regret underestimating what a determined Alpha could endure–and achieve.

I stood, running my fingers along the edge of the desk, feeling the weight of responsibility pressing down on me. Every lost deal, every pulled partnership–it was frustrating, it was chaotic, it was infuriating–but it was also a challenge.

And I never backed down from a challenge.

I exhaled slowly. “We will find her,” I muttered. “And when we do, every piece of this will be accounted for.”

The office felt heavy with the tension of the day, but I refused to sit in despair. The city outside was moving, yes, but I would move faster, sharper, smarter. I would restore control, reclaim what was lost, and ensure that no one would ever mistake my patience for weakness again.

This was chaos, yes, but I thrived in it. And I would not let anyone–rival companies, disloyal investors, or faceless manipulators–shake the North or my pack while Amy remained in the balance.

I closed my eyes briefly, drawing a deep breath. Then I reached for my phone again. New strategies. New contacts. Every path needed to be explored. Every move had to be precise. There was no room for error.

11:50 pm PD

Chapter 435 Loses

And I would not fail.

Finished

I didn’t stop pacing. The office had gone quiet, but my mind wouldn’t. Every contract lost, every investor pulling out, every rival move–I could trace the patterns in my head, but the problem wasn’t just the numbers. It was the strategy behind it. Someone had timed this perfectly. Someone knew exactly which pressure points to hit to make me appear weak.

I picked up the phone again. Not to call my team, not to call investors. I needed to reach someone outside the normal channels, someone I could trust implicitly. I dialed a number I rarely used, one connected to an old contact in Northern intelligence.

“Daniel,” the voice said, cautious. “It’s been a while.”

“Not long enough,” I said sharply. “I need eyes on every transaction, every move related to Carter Holdings, and everything tied to our key investors. Someone is destabilizing me–and I need to know who, and how.”

There was a pause. “You think this is targeted?”

“I know it is,” I said. “I don’t have Amy, and someone is taking advantage. I need proof, not speculation.”

The line went quiet for a moment. Then, “We’ll start immediately. Expect a full report in twenty–four

hours.”

I hung up and ran my hands through my hair. Twenty–four hours. That was an eternity in the middle of a collapse. But I had no choice. Patience was part of the game, even if every second felt like it was crushing

1. me.

I turned back to my team. “I want every department to document anomalies, every unexpected decision, every misstep. I don’t care if it’s minor or technical. Everything goes into one file. This isn’t just about money–it’s about my credibility, my leadership. And I will not allow it to crumble.”

My COO, usually composed, looked at me with concern. “Daniel… you’ve been pushing non–stop since the first scandal. Maybe you should take a moment—”

“Take a moment?” I cut him off. “You think I have that luxury? My mate is missing, deals are collapsing, investors are questioning me, and you’re suggesting I slow down?”

He swallowed. “I just mean…”

“No,” I interrupted. “No, I don’t have time to mean. I have time to act, to respond, to reclaim control. That’s all.”

I grabbed my coat and headed for the door. I had meetings to attend, calls to make, moves to monitor. I needed to see the North in motion, to check which wolves were still loyal, which partners were wavering, and which ones could be brought back. The city outside didn’t pause for chaos–it never had. And neither

could I.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify